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Powder River Rapture
I was breaking rocks on the Powder River banks I ain’t killed nobody I ain’t robbed no banks And as I dug in the Red River dirt I rolled in the loam and the mud and the hurt. And I looked through your window But you weren’t there I tapped on your door I rang […]
MorePlagued By Desire (Songs of the Road #1)
The wind picks up the leaves at dawn, Blows their corpses round the lawn. And I wouldn’t want to go ‘Cept the wind and the snow Wont let me rest anymore…. Anymore. The Hobo holds open his hand, Offers me a piece of this land. And I would go with the flow ‘Cept the wind […]
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Hope, Faith and Love with Basho (Haiku)
Hope’s a luxury Expensive commodity A gamble I lose. Faith is loud but blind Screams Her strict demands and cries When I prove brittle. Love drives hooks through flesh Hangs you from the Wailing Wall: Willing sacrifice.
MoreOh Danny Boy in the ‘loin
Oh Danny Boy, the Pipe the Pipe is calling From the heart of Geary all the way to The Powell Station steps. Summer is knocking and all your friends Are crying, and those not dead Will be a-dying yet. I hear your name drift in through my window Some man is calling for you out […]
MoreStrange incense and burnt offerings
In my evening phone call to the outer-limits, dialing into disaster somewhere on the road with my favorite death-partier and sometime partner in destruction, I got accused. I was accused, fairly or not, of pretending that I was better than him. That I was a fake, pretending that I’m not the trash that I clearly […]
MoreBiohazards with Basho
Mushrooms, mustard greens Berries, broccoli and fish: Radioactive. When the rice glows green Just grind it up into flour Hide it in sembe. Tepco don’t care much For human life, health or love: Ten thousand year fix. Notes Sembe are Japanese rice crackers. Rice can be ground up, made into flour and repackaged, thus hiding […]
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